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Sooz: Jamie, if you want to help why don't you create a performance piece on the subject of food as waste, juxtaposed with the cleansing ritual?
Jamie: You mean you want me to do the washing up?
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Sooz: So, I figured it out. I'm not Susan, I'm Sooz. It's just, Sooz has moved on a bit. Grown. But essensially I'm still the same.
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Sooz: Time was I didn't need to sit in the dark. Time was, the dark, was in me. Now, I'm scared of it.
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Sooz: I used to be y'know, more, dark.
Alex: You mean immature.
Sooz: Yeah, well you're the expert on immature. Where is Allen today anyway? Playschool?
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Fran: (on nail varnish) Choosing a new colour. Obviously a real achievement for you. These are your masterpeices.
Nicki: (smiles) I got the best A Levels in my year, and fourth best in the Borough. Don't patronise me, art girl.
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Allen: What I don't get is, you're saying you can't paint, because you're not dark and tortured.
Sooz: Right.
Allen: But, I mean, I didn't know you back then, but you seem pretty grim to me. No offence. Seriously, how bad were you?
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Sooz: Happy? I've always been happy. I was perfectly happy, being... miserable.
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Sooz: I'm Susan. Grown up art student, I want everyone to love me, and my art (giggles).
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Sooz: I'm Sooz. Stroppy, sour and suicidal. Just your regular teenage cliche.
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Sooz: Ever have one of those days where you woke up and you just don't know who you are anymore?